Cleaning Up the Ashes

I watch myself write this poem

in the same way you watch a B-rated horror film

where the killer has been in the shot this whole time.

I conduct self-help in the same way

that I have been watering dead plants for three weeks –

all at once and obviously too late.

In this round table of brain,

I shuffle the papers, hold meetings with myself

where I show evidence that bad times may come again,

but in the good moments I can only see the graphs pointing upward,

can’t see their impending fall.

”Cleaning Up the Ashes” is a poem that I wrote in 2019. It was published in The Mark Literary Review, which you can read online.